Alone in the living room
Exuding the smell of old and decay
Fatigued back on the wooden sofa
Grey hair on the kapok pillow
Tired eyes commute from wall to roof
Seeking the old and familiar.
Rags tied on the rafters and trusses
Gesture for attention
Relics of placentas of home delivered babies
Who saw their first lights
Filtering through the gaps in the palm roofs
And the seashell windows.
Alone in the living room
Fatigued back on the wooden sofa
Grey hair on the kapok pillow
I close my tired eyes and listen
To the cries of the hidden lizard.
